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  • When mom passed away in her hospital bed, I was at home with my little brother. We had come home not knowing if this painful routine of seeing her suffer day after day would last another day. When I heard dad entering my room while it was still dark, I knew it would not.

    Diego and I had fallen asleep hugging each other. Dad didn’t have to say anything. And he didn’t, or at least that is what I remember. He sat at our side, held my hand open, and put mom’s gold necklace and ring in it. To this day, those two pieces are the only jewelry I ever wear.

    A few years ago I took the ring to a jeweler to replace one of the little side diamonds which had fallen off while mom was still wearing it. That imperfection had been bothering me for a while.

    But the shiny new diamond only lasted a couple of weeks before it was gone too. I have considered taking the ring back to the jeweler. I’m sure they can do a better job. But I'm thinking I shouldn’t mess with the perfect memories it brings back.
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